Just because you miss the vintage doesn't keep the wine. It's a nostalgic process and a keeping one, to make wine. I can only imagine, really, having no experience myself. They say the sense most tied to memory is that of smell. So when you pulled that cork from the bottle you made the summer you met twenty years ago… well was it the closest you could get to going back? Was it the best in time travel that our hearts and minds have managed? Did you close your eyes and drink it in the same place you first spoke? Did you say the same things all over again? It would fire all your same synapses, they would all lead to all the same thoughts. You could be the same people. The wine would loosen you up, and the process, a little placebo, a little laughter. Did you bottle enough for next year? Are 20 bottles enough? What if the marriage goes to thirty? After the last bottle will you leave? What are you keeping in those bottles? The relationship or wine? Who are we?

"Five Stars! ....For readers who are looking for a book filled with great, thought-provoking human interest stories, Your Smallest Bones is unquestionably your next best read." - San Francisco Book Review